"We should tend to those nasty wounds of yours, shouldn't we?"
Emma has been gone for what feels like forever, my lifelong work with her, when Nate walks back into the basement. He didn't leave me in the dark this time, but the harsh light has been forcing me to keep my eyes shut anyway.
"You let her take my home." I force myself to look up at him, my eyelids becoming heavier by the second.
I don't know how much longer I can stay conscious. I'm exhausted, mentally drained, body battered, and my adrenaline has run out completely.
The corner of his mouth tips up as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Well, pretty Kayla, you didn't really live there anymore, did you?"
I don't even say that he let her take Ivan's street too, and I can't go back there either. That's not his point. His point is to show me he knows what I've been up to.
